CHAPTER 224
TCHAKKK—!
The ice-encased blade crashed into the beast's face with a sickening thud.
With a fluid, deliberate turn to the left, the sword drew a fountain of crimson blood from the Minotaur's visage that sprayed like a macabre fountain into the cavern air.
…
Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as everybody stared at this unbelievable scene.
Their first hit!
Their first actual, meaningful hit!
It didn't draw just a single drop of blood; instead, it released a torrent that dyed the air red for a fleeting moment.
The beast was visibly stupefied by this turn of events.
Its eyes glowed with a mixture of shock and burgeoning rage as the blood from its left jaw dripped steadily onto the cold ground.
It wanted to stagger backward in shock to reassess the situation.
Unfortunately, the two werewolves weren't about to let that happen.
